Coffee and tea are simple pleasures. Savored slowly or gulped down to charge up for the day, dark roasted or English breakfast, served hot or cold, a cup of this can amp us up or soothe our minds for a while. Here's my take on this treat:
Coffee, Tea, and Me
Coffee shared with a friend,
Both are warming to the core.
Hair-sticking-straight-up strong
Or a rich and creamy delight,
We add a pinch of sugar
To sweeten the pot.
We nibble crunchy croissants
Freshly baked and sinful,
Our heads nearly touching
As we share our gossip and news.
Giggling and grasping each others hands,
We pour another cup of vaporous brew.
Whether in gladness or sadness,
Silly or triumphant,
Or just letting off some steam,
I can always count on pleasures
From my coffee, tea, and you,
My friend.
I've taken up writing on a regular basis because of a writers group I participate in through the Cancer Support Community. My husband has cancer and we were looking for a support organization to help us along this journey. We found the CSC and we couldn't be happier - such a wonderful wealth of resources, workshops, and new friends in the same boat. In the writers group, we are given prompts to stir up our stories, reflections, or whatever comes to mind. This first one was inspired by a cup of tea I was drinking during the class.
I feel like a tea bag.
Sometimes hot, sometimes cold.
Sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet.
I can burn you, I can soothe you.
I can energize you, I can help you to sleep.
As on a string, I bob along,
Dancing in steaming water,
Trying to do my job,
Trying not to be spat out.
Take comfort in me.
Let me flow through you.
I am here for you when you need me.
Today is a good day for tea...
For me.
